#password protected

I’m sure it is supposed to be a grenade, like that’s what my common sense and decency tell me lol

Password Protected Name Phantomhive

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 Peter had never been a particularly rebellious child. He’d always done what his father told him to, rarely breaking the rules. If he did break the rules, the most he got was a stern talking to. He was generally well behaved, even in the ‘rebellious’ stages of his childhood. Mostly because he didn’t have a reason to act out. But, all good things must come to an end, and now he does.

Peter was woken up too early for a Saturday by the front door slamming. No kisses on the cheek, no Eggo waffle shoved into his mouth, no smell of bacon or eggs or coffee or any of the things his father had done to wake him up since he was conceived. He pulled on a shirt and walked out of his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  “Bucky?” he asked, eyeing the man tying his hair up into a ponytail. “Yes, Peter?” the boy pouted, pulling the sticky note off the fridge. “Where’d Daddy run off too?” Bucky sighed, checking the magazine in his gun before slipping it into his thigh holster. “The boss had an early meeting, told me and Steve to take you out for breakfast.” Peter sighed. Reading the green, turtle-shaped, post it that confirmed Bucky’s words. 

‘Sorry, kid, early meeting. Tweedledee and Tweedledum will take you to Frank’s. Money’s on the automan. -Dad’ 

Peter crumpled up the note and tossed it into the bin, where it landed on a growing pile of rainbow-coloured, aquatic-animal-shaped, post-it notes. All of them said the same thing. Peter grumbled, making a pot of coffee. “You can get that at Frank’s, you know. And it’s cheaper.” Peter straightened up the filter, rummaging through the cabinet for his dad’s good coffee.  “Yeah, cheaper, and weaker. Coffee isn’t just soupy mess you make from the first legume looking thing you touch. Coffee is a science. Coffee must be perfect. Coffee takes time and effort not just some shit you bought from Sainsbury’s and a cup of hot water. ” 

Bucky chuckled, tucking the flyaway hair that had fallen out of his ponytail during the strenuous work-out of putting on a bulletproof vest.  “You are just like your father.” Peter slammed the coffee grinder down a little too hard, making Bucky flinch. “I am nothing like my father!” Peter growled, instantly regretting it with a look at the broken machine.  “Sorry, Buck, it’s just--” Peter sniffed, taking a deep breath. God, holding in tears should be a sport. He’d be representing the United States in Olympics Japan: 2020 on their ‘Competitive Bottling Up Emotions’ team. “It’s okay, Peter, I understand your dad’s been a little distant lately but his workload has been really large as of late. Soon, everything that needs to be handled will have been handled and you can spend more time together again.” Peter nodded, biting his tongue and thanking Bucky for his support. “Though, I guess you’ll have to settle for Frank’s cheap, weak, inferior coffee since you broke the grinder.” Peter punched Bucky in the shoulder. “Maybe I won’t have too, maybe we can use the biscuit money for a coffee grinder.”

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Tony spat the blood out of his mouth, glaring up at the man who kidnapped his son, rage burning in his eyes. “You’re a monster, Beck, and you’ll pay for what you’ve done.” His jaw stiffened at the smirk tugging at Quentin’s lips. “Of course I will, everyone does at some point. Whether or not your boy lives to see it is the question.” Tony thrashed in his restraints, growling. “Don’t you dare kill him, you bastard!”

“Or what? You gonna shoot me like you did Rogers?” 

“I’ll do worse than shoot you, you son of a bitch.” 

Otay, I is going to lives here now.

Hear ye knights and fair maidens for this fort is protected by a ferocious dragon...........rawr!